Damaged Weapon Part II

“E ...er, thank you a lot for saving us.”

The only boy among the kids spoke up in a shaking voice.

“We would have been dead if you didn’t come here.”

The girl added. The lady in the cloak did not say anything in reply after hearing that. She just put her hand in a pocket inside her cloak with a gesture that looked scary. The girls screamed out, turning to cling to the boy with fear.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, children.” The lady said in a gentle voice. “You didn’t do something wrong, why would I harm you, hm? I just want to ask you three something. That's all.”

“W ...what do you want to know?” The boy asked, voice shaking.

Hearing the question, the lady in the cloak let out a soft sigh, then put something out of her pocket. It was a piece of Pride newspaper from days ago. On top of it, the headline was outstanding, saying, “Vincent rises again,” with a picture of a glossy black-haired man with an attractive smile and amber-colored eyes.